Poems about the exquisiteness of life

1. Poetry or composition about simple life (junior high school) I. Poetry about simple life

Song and Huang Tingjian's Preface to Four Hugh Poems

Have a rest when you are full,

Reinforce the cold and keep warm,

After three passes and two passes, we have a rest.

Don't be greedy and jealous of old age.

Second, on the simple life of junior high school composition

A simple life

Live, look in the mirror every day, clean yourself up spotless, and then face all kinds of people with a smiling face, and dare not slack off.

Pursuit, towards some distant goals, forge ahead every day, in order to give yourself a reason to live. Love and being loved, inadvertently, hurt others' feelings and be hurt by others' feelings, dare not say love again. Live like this. I can't understand myself and I can't understand myself. Sometimes, if you find it difficult to understand, you will feel confused and bored.

One day, on my way to work, I passed a construction site. In the warm sunshine at noon, a group of ragged laborers just lay casually on the sand facing Lantian, sleeping but not falling asleep. That simple smile is from the bottom of my heart, bright and brilliant. Suddenly I was infected by that kind of happiness. Look at those people, they are alive, they have no time to be sad, they love, but they don't know how to interpret love, they are satisfied, because they don't expect life to give too much, they are simple, and they don't have to hide anything from others. They may not even know what happiness is, but it is such a group of simple people who are truly happy.

I've learned: I'm unhappy because I can't live simply; In fact, don't put down what you deliberately pursue, don't ask for anything from life, and don't create an image for yourself. In fact, simplicity itself is a kind of happiness.

2. Anxious: Poems that embody exquisite lifestyles are bitter and sweet.

Cherry is delicious, planting trees, wanting to enjoy happiness, opening canals,

Tie the rope around your waist and drill, and the cannon will shake the earth.

Red flag canal water enters the field, and the seedlings grow green and colorful.

A power station will be built in Fentouling, and lights will be installed in every household.

As soon as the sun goes down, the switch is turned on and the radio set sings.

Iron cows run around and everyone laughs.

Sweet comes from bitter, and red flowers bloom every year.

Hongqi canal water jet fan

The Red Flag Canal is choppy, and all the members are smiling.

There is electricity on the top of the mountain, and floods and droughts turn into fertile fields.

Holding a few mouthfuls of canal water in my hand, I feel very comfortable and especially sweet.

The red flag canal is full of water, and I can't finish singing my songs.

Always follow the * * * production party and live a happy life.

Red Flag Canal

Hongqi canal, long and wide, twists and turns around the mountain,

Across countless mountains, across thousands of valleys and beaches,

There are rocky coasts along the way, and the cliffs are hard to walk.

Hard work can make you a hero. The more you suffer, the stronger your heroic ambition will be.

Work hard, be smart and kick Wanzhong Mountain down.

Tell Dashan to get out of the way. I'll take Zhang Shui home.

Power stations were built along the way, and lights and horns were installed together.

Irrigation of all the land in our county, farmers are as sweet as honey.

From then on, we will ensure a bumper harvest and live happily for 10 thousand years.

3. Urgency: Poems that embody exquisite lifestyles are bitter and sweet. Cherry is delicious for planting trees. I want to enjoy myself. I want to open a canal, tie a rope around my waist, and shake mountains and rivers with cannons.

The water in the Hongqi Canal entered the fields, the seedlings grew green, and a power station was built in Fentouling. Every family turns on the light and turns on the switch when the sun goes down, and the radio sings. Iron cows run everywhere, everyone laughs, sweetness comes from bitterness, and red flowers bloom every year.

The red flag canal turned over by spraying water, and the players all laughed. There is electricity on the top of the mountain, and floods and droughts turn into fertile fields.

Holding a few mouthfuls of canal water in my hand, I feel very comfortable and especially sweet. The red flag canal is full of water, and I can't finish singing my songs.

Always follow the * * * production party and live a happy life. Hongqi Canal Hongqi Canal, long and wide, twists and turns around mountains, crosses countless mountains, crosses thousands of river ditches and beaches, and is full of rocky coasts along the way. How difficult the cliff is.

Hard work can make a hero. The harder you work, the stronger your heroic ambition will be. I tried my best to kick Chung Shan Man down and ordered him to make way for the mountain. Then I took Zhang Shui home. Power stations were built along the way, lights and horns were installed together, and all the land in our county was irrigated. Farmers are as sweet as honey, and their harvest is guaranteed. They have lived happily for 10,000 years.

4. Describe exquisite sentences and elaborate idioms

1. Carving woodcarving ice: refers to restraining trees (making them grow artificially) and carving ice cubes (making them into some exquisite handicrafts). Metaphor is dealing with unproductive things.

2. Study exquisite thinking: concentrate on research and try your best to think.

3. Zhuge Lou Qing: refers to gorgeous and exquisite buildings.

4. Gourmet: refers to superior food, exquisite and delicious food or delicious food.

5. Paste Liang Jinxiu: paste, Liang: fat and flour and rice. Generally refers to food; Gorgeous: Exquisite and gorgeous silk fabrics. Describe the luxurious life of a wealthy family.

6. Paving splendid flowers: paving: paving; Columns: display; Splendid: originally refers to exquisite and gorgeous silk embroidery, which is a metaphor for gorgeous words. Describe the rhetoric of the article.

5. Poems describing a "busy and fulfilling life" What poems describe a "busy and fulfilling life" are:

First, Sai Qiu Hong became famous and Wan Li was as busy as a swallow

Yuan Dynasty: Xue Anfu

Fame: Wan Li is as busy as a swallow and as thin as a thread. Time flies like electricity, and the wind and frost are white. When you do your best, you will retire. Have you seen it under the forest? Up to now, pengze county is desolate.

Interpretation: For the sake of fame, I ran like a swallow. Elegant and refined tradition, as weak as silk thread. Time is like blink of an eye, like lightning. The weather-beaten temples suddenly became as white as pixels. They say I'm going to be an official soon, but where have I seen it in the mountains? Until now, hermits like Tao Yuanming, the magistrate of Pengze County, are still lonely and unaccompanied.

Second, look at cutting wheat.

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The Tian family has less leisure in the month, and people are twice as busy in May.

In the evening, the south wind rises and the wheat turns yellow.

A woman's husband is hungry and her child is pregnant with pot pulp.

Go with Tian Xiang. Ding Zhuang is in Nangang.

Interpretation: Farmers rarely have free months. When May comes, people are busier. At night, the south wind blew, and the wheat covered on the ridge was ripe and yellow. Women carry food in bamboo baskets and children carry water in pots. Follow each other to deliver food in the fields, and the men who collect wheat are all in Nangang.

Third, there are two songs by Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water in early spring.

Tang dynasty: Han Yu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Mo Daoguan is busy being the boss, but no one is young.

As you first came to Jiangtou, the willow color is not deep.

Interpretation: There is much silk rain over the Capital Avenue. As delicate and moist as ghee, the grass colors in the distance are faintly connected, but it looks sparse and sporadic when you look closely. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring in the city of green willows. Don't say that you are too busy with official business, and you are old. You have lost the mood of catching up with spring when you were a teenager. Please take time to go to the riverside for a spring outing to see if the willow color is already dark.

Fourth, the man Fang Ting, the snail's horn, is a hollow reputation.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

What's so noisy about a nickname named Xiao Li? The cause of fame and fortune is not necessarily strong, and the loser is not necessarily weak. Hurry up, throw off the shackles, indulge yourself and be carefree while you are idle. Even if it's only a hundred years, I'll get drunk and run 36000 yards. Let me do my job: you must let me go.

Think about it. How much can you do? Worried about the wind and rain, half hinder each other. Why waste your breath talking short? It is better to face the breeze and bright moon, take moss as a mattress and high clouds as a screen, and live quietly. Living in the south of the Yangtze River, one minute drinking, an elegant "Man Ting square".

Interpretation: What's worth keeping busy for a nominal profit? The gain and loss of fame and fortune are all free karma, the winner may not be strong, and the loser may not be weak. Come on, while you are free, throw off the shackles, indulge yourself and be comfortable. Even if it's only a hundred years, I'm willing to get drunk for 36 thousand games.

Meditation, half the days of my life are disturbed by sadness and wind and rain. What's the point of gossiping all the time? It is better to face the breeze and bright moon, take moss as a mattress and high clouds as a curtain, and live in peace. How good life is in the south of the Yangtze River, a thousand minutes of fine wine and an elegant "Man Ting Square".

Verb (abbreviation of verb) Jiangchengzi

Song dynasty: Qin Guan

Drunk and wandering in Qingming Festival. Yinger is crazy. Yaner is crazy. Cui Gai Hong Ying, busy on the road. Remember to meet under the weeping willows, carve Yu Pei, and put on golden clothes.

Spring or old spring. Peach blossom fragrance. Li and a faint dark red, with new makeup. I am disappointed that people who love flowers don't see me. My songs are full of tears.

Commentary: The sunny weather intoxicated the young lang who went out to play. The oriole and the swallow are flying wildly. Cars, horses and pedestrians are in a hurry on the avenue. I remember when we met under the weeping willows, we wore carved Yu Pei and neat and exquisite clothes. Spring is still the spring before, peach blossoms and plum blossoms are still fragrant, and pale and crimson flowers are vying for their new makeup. But I am sad that the person who loves flowers will never see it again. I sang a song and left a few lines of tears.

6. What are the exquisite sentences? 1. The song is as thin as a hair, as if it were nothing, hovering on the beautifully painted roof beam.

2. Shells are small, but hard and delicate. In the middle of the vortex pattern, there are dots with dark or light colors. If you look carefully, there are complex patterns around each point. No wonder ancient people used shells to make coins. What I have in my hand is really a work of art, a treasure that I can't bear to exchange with others!

My brother is a handsome boy. He has delicate facial features and a pair of big eyes blue from wearing contact lenses for a long time. He also has a "natural" blond hair that shines in the sun.

Exquisite arch bridges, like a rainbow, connect the two sides of the strait, so that friends on both sides of the strait can reunite.

5. A crescent moon crossed the delicate turret, and sprinkled dim light on the high wall, making the Forbidden City look mysterious and quiet.

6. In the evening, the epiphyllum blooms like a delicate palace lantern, and the bud opens a Zhang Xiaobai mouth, giving off a fragrance.

7. Exquisite villas with rural customs are scattered in the green Woods, as if they are far away from the hustle and bustle of all cities, and the feeling of tranquility and distance is fascinating.

8. A pair of colorful, exquisite and gorgeous wooden shoes symbolizing sweet love, and gorgeous tulips that have dumped countless lovers.

9. The city is a delicate silver clasp, dotted on the black and green coat of the wilderness, shining day and night.

10, in the garden, exquisite pavilions, beautiful billiards hall and water gallery, as well as ancient rockery stage, jade exquisite and other masterpieces of ancient gardens, all make me linger. In particular, the carved dragon on the roof of the fence is even more touching, with scales flying and double whiskers flying as if to fly away.

1 1, elegant and exquisite, looks natural, relaxed, casual and simple, and combines with the hydrophilic platform, swimming pool and cloister in the courtyard to present an American country lifestyle.

12, this exquisite arch bridge connects the two banks like a rainbow.

13, antique activity building, bright and spacious dormitory building, small and exquisite canteen, etc. It forms a unique architectural complex, and together with the quiet magnolia forest, ginkgo forest, camphor tree forest, the rippling new Liuhe River and the old Liuhe River, it forms a charming beauty.

14, Little Bee is a brilliant architect. The small hexagonal house it built is like a delicate villa.

15, there are all kinds of rockeries in schools. Those pavilions and pavilions designed on rockeries, even the stairs are particularly exquisite; The crane standing on the cliff flapping its wings is also preparing to fly high. The rockery in the school is vivid and refreshing. I can't wait to get smaller and live like a fairy.

7. Some beautiful poems should be exquisite. What style does lz want? These are Chinese translations of some poems by Tagore. I hope you like them. You let me live forever. It's your pleasure to do so.

This fragile cup, you keep emptying it and filling it with new life. This little reed flute, you carry it over mountains and valleys, and blow out the music of eternal faith from the flute tube.

Under the immortal touch of your hands, my little heart melted into boundless happiness and uttered unspeakable words. Your infinite gift is only poured into my little hand.

Time has passed, you are still pouring, and I still have room to fill in my hand. When you ordered me to sing, my heart seemed to explode with pride. I looked up at your face and tears welled up in my eyes.

All the astringency and contradictions in my life have melted into a sweet and soft homonym-my praise is like a happy bird, flapping its wings across the ocean. I know you like my singing.

I know that only because I am a singer can I walk in front of you. I touched your feet with the far-reaching wings of my singing, which I never dreamed I would touch.

Drunk in the singing, I forgot myself. You are my master, but I call you a friend. I don't know how you sing, my master! I always listen in surprise.

The brilliance of your music illuminates the world. The smell of your music fills the sky.

The holy spring of your music rushes forward, through all the blocked rocks. My heart longs to sing with you, but it can't make a sound.

I want to talk, but the words don't reach the song, so I can't call them out. Oh, my master, you have turned my heart into a captive in your music net! My whole life, I want to keep my body pure forever, because I know your life touches my limbs.

I will remove the hypocrisy in my heart forever, because I know that you are the truth that ignites the fire of reason in my heart. I will drive away all the ugliness in my heart and let my love blossom, because I know that you have set up a seat in my heart.

I will try my best to show you with my actions, because I know that this is your strength and gives me the strength to act. Please allow me to relax for a while and come and sit next to you.

I'll finish my work later. Without you, my heart doesn't know what comfort and rest are, and my work has become endless labor in the boundless ocean of labor.

Today, the hot summer came to my window and whispered: bees are playing and singing in the courtyard of the flower tree. This is the time to sit still, opposite you, and sing the song of life in this quiet and boundless leisure.

Pick this flower and take it away, don't delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust. It may not be worthy of your corolla, but please take it off and do it a favor with the pain of your hand.

I'm afraid before I am alert, the sun will be gone and the time for offering sacrifices will be over. Although it is not dark in color and has a faint fragrance, please use this flower to worship and pick it while there is still time.

My song took off her makeup. She lost the luxury of her clothes.

Ornaments will be our bond of unity: they will stand between us, and their jingling will drown out your whispers. My poet's vanity died of shame in front of you.

Oh, poet, I fall at your feet. Let my life be as simple as a reed flute and let you play music.

The child wearing a prince's robe and a jewelry necklace lost all his happiness in the game; His clothes tripped his steps. He dare not walk into this world, even dare not move, for fear that his clothes are torn and dirty.

Mom, this is not good. For example, your gorgeous bondage separates people from the healthy dust of the earth and deprives people of the right to enter the grand assembly of daily life. Oh, fool, I want to carry myself on my shoulders! Oh, beggar, come and beg at your own door! Unload your burden in those hands that can bear everything, and never look back with regret.

The smell of your desire will immediately blow out the lamp it touches. It is unholy-don't accept gifts from its unclean hands.

Accept only what divine love gives. 10 This is your footstool. You rest in peace among the poorest and most lost people.

I want to bow to you, and my salute cannot reach the depths of your resting place-among the poorest and most lost people. You are wearing rags and walking among the poorest and most lost people. Pride will never come near this place.

You keep company with the poorest and most lost people without friends, and my heart will never find that place. 1 1 Forget praise and counting beads! Who do you worship in the dark and lonely corner of the temple with closed doors and windows? Open your eyes and see, God is not in front of you! He looked at the farmers hoeing dry land and the road builders knocking at stones.

He was exposed to the sun and rain with them, and his robe was covered with dust. Take off your holy robe and even go down to the ground like him! Transcendent? Where can I find detachment? Our Lord happily accepted the chain of creation: he is always connected with all of us.

Come out of meditation and throw away the fragrant flowers! What's the harm of dirty clothes? Go to meet him and stand with him in labor and sweat. 12 I am on a long business trip, and the distance is very long.

At dawn, I set off in my car and traveled all over the world, leaving scars on many planets. The nearest place, the farthest road and the simplest tone require the hardest practice.

Passengers have to knock on every stranger's door before they can knock on their own. People have to wander outside, and finally they can go to the deepest inner hall. My eyes looked around the clearing, and finally I closed my eyes and said, "There you are!" " "This question is also called" Oh, where is it? Melted in a thousand tears, you promised to answer "I am here!" " "Riptide, flooded the world together.

13 I haven't finished singing the song I want to sing today. I always adjust the strings on my instrument every day.

Time has not yet arrived, and the lyrics have not been filled: there is only the pain of desire in my heart. Stamens are not yet open; Only the wind blows with a sigh.

I didn't see his face, and I didn't hear his voice: I only heard his light footsteps passing by the road in front of my house. Spent the whole day paving a seat for him on the ground; But the light is still on.

8. Xi Murong's poems or essays describing exquisite women are estimated to be quite numerous.

Flowering tree

How to let you meet me

In my most beautiful moment

for this reason

I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.

Buddha made me a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

Under?the?sun

Carefully full of flowers.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves

This is the passion I am waiting for.

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

My friend,

Not falling petals

But my withered heart.

The writing is more delicate, hitting people's hearts directly, with a touch of sadness and sadness.

9. Poetry about life buries youth.

I tried to break that thousand-year-old porcelain.

You are a little fish with a wonderful mood.

From ancient floods to dreamy light.

Walk slowly.

My heart was once an unknown ancient well.

Careful protection layer by layer. Without a crack.

It will let you sneak into this sweet Gu Quan.

A few years later, your friend revealed the secret.

You've been thinking

How to open an ancient well extending in all directions

Suddenly surprised;

The executioner who buried our youth.

Is a young self who doesn't know how to cherish.